By Jon Pen de Ngong The question my fellow Kigali SSYLF Summit (Nov. 11- 15, 2017) attendees in general and myself in particular were welcomed home with is captured in the heading. This… Continue reading →

What pissed me off was not all that I have narrated. The problem I always face in the police, across the borders, in other public places is the question of the burden of nationality. I am asked questions supposed to be directed to Salva Kiir or Riek Machar, or the top echelon of the national mess, for that matter. Why have you broken up your new nation? We hear Kenyans have been arrested in Sudan (to mean South Sudan)! Why are you killing your own people? and so on.

All in all, if we have not played with our nation, our lives, robbers, thieves, con artists, police, street families, etc. would not make money on us.

The Solutions you are talking about will never come without the truth!
I understand the feelings but telling the truth is the biggest problem in South Sudan today. It is what has caused mama Nyandeeng to be a prey; it is what is causing the pain, arousing silly vilifications of the political detainees (and leaving the SPLM IG untouched even when we know they faked the coup) and any other South Sudanese who condemns the war. Instead of seeing the advantage in the campaign against the war, folks go ahead of the peace advocates and envision how they will be angelic or even become Presidents later on comes peace. Therefore, they start to ambush them and taint them up a little bit so that they will look as dirty as everyone else before peace comes! I get it but the history of our nation will highlight the darkest spots even after we are all dead and gone and the generations after us live on.

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Of my style as from my works of poetry:

"Well, there is one fact I have to admit from their cynicism, but omit from my Pennicism and commit to our criticism as we trudge along in this world of invention. The fact is, if my work is unconventional, then it is because I did not attend that Literary Convention hosted by patrons and matrons of an ‘Art Convent’– in case of any – during those days when God created the World by the Word in the ‘Universe of Artitecture’. So spare me this deliberate circumvention for my own literary convention conducted in a series of serious conferences only within the circumference of my upper room, call it, Head Hall. Lo, we go…!
So here is another exercise of excuse. As I put it in one of my blogs on our Independence Day: Too much culture of leading with too little culture of reading is eminently going to murder the ‘baby nation’ at its infancy. During the times of conflict as such, two features are wrongly prominent; rude war literature and crude war economy. Either of these always delays, and almost slays, The Black Christs of Africa— this book and its sequels. Lo we go…! "